Ice Cream Man Lyrics
| Song | Ice Cream Man |
| Artist | Yukmouth |
| Album | Thugged Out: The Albulation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| *(yuk speakin)* | |
| Listen, i bring to you. | |
| (chimes) | |
| Here ye, here ye! | |
| Attention all dope fiends, haha! | |
| This is a smoke-a-lot pre-sentation | |
| Check it! | |
| I bring to you.... the 5th ward mutha fuckin boyz! | |
| An smoke-a-lot himself! | |
| Chorus *(fa sho)* | |
| I am a dope fiend an | |
| (the ice cream factory) | |
| I need my drugs | |
| I bought 'em from the ice cream man | |
| (in '98, posted up, posted up) | |
| He's my neighborhood thug | |
| I know i need to stop, but | |
| I say no | |
| (slang crack) | |
| Cuz i'm a dope fiend an.... i need my drugs! | |
| Verse 1 *(yukmouth)* | |
| Nigga. | |
| First you cut the stove up | |
| 450 degrees farienhiet | |
| Mix the bakin soda wit the china white | |
| Sugar delight, puruvian flake crack rock | |
| Playa fill the pot up wit water, put the pot on the stove to make it hot | |
| Then rock it up | |
| Place the caviar in a jar full of boilin water, then shake it up | |
| That's how i rock it up | |
| Presice, before i chop it up | |
| I sell it | |
| My dope fiend test the product to see if i got the stuff | |
| Packin gats incase i gots to bust | |
| My cousin rode off in the wind wit two chickens, ever since then no | |
| Nigga i can trust | |
| Plus, family an business don't click | |
| Cuz family members try to play you like a bitch | |
| I'm quick to pistol whip this shit outta niggas like this | |
| My niggas from the vill killin each other, go to jail an turn snitch | |
| Like a bitch | |
| Me, i slang double ups, half thangs an zips | |
| Blueprints on how to bubble up, have thangs an grip | |
| Digital triple beam at my lab | |
| Breakin down slabs an bump a zipper | |
| Nigga 28 grams wit the bag | |
| Fuck it | |
| Drop jag or a cutlass | |
| My ice cream truck be the toughest. | |
| Chorus *(fa sho)* | |
| I am a dope fiend an | |
| I need my drugs | |
| I bought 'em from the ice cream man | |
| Well, he's my neighborhood thug | |
| I know i need to stop, but | |
| I say no | |
| Cuz i'm a dope fiend an.... i need my drugs! | |
| Verse 2 *(007of the 5th ward boyz) | |
| I scream | |
| You scream | |
| We all scream for ice cream | |
| Trippin out these dope fiends | |
| Bringin back all kinda things | |
| T.v.'s, camcorders, vcr's, stereos | |
| Beepers, cell phones, any thing they get they hands on | |
| Nigga i don't want this shit | |
| Bring me back some cash | |
| Even dope fiend bitches try to get it for some ass | |
| Bitch i don't want no pussy | |
| I don't want no head | |
| I see they drapped the preist, creepin, violation the police. | |
| Verse 3 *(e-rock of the 5th ward boyz) | |
| See we mobb figgas | |
| Coke dealas | |
| 7-4-7 straight to oak-town hit 'em up wit yuk now | |
| Yola snatchers | |
| Made money, go-getters | |
| Blood elapse ya | |
| Turn around an pimp slap ya | |
| I'ma make you love me bitch | |
| Wit the cock or the rocks | |
| Stockin up the million dolla spots | |
| Rollin in ah | |
| Candy coated '98 big body tahoe | |
| Plenty dope smokers. | |
| *(chorus)* | |
| Verse 4 *(lo life of the 5th ward boyz)* | |
| All i need is one bird | |
| An i wont turn back | |
| An i'm show you how to turn this tough, turf-town white powder to crack | |
| An i keep my clip clacked, so | |
| Please don't try an jack | |
| In the midst of the transact, i found where the dope fiends at | |
| I over react | |
| After midnite, while sellin my cream | |
| A dope fiends dream is to follow me, while, smokin out a screen | |
| I drive by in my ice cream truck | |
| Wit fiends run up | |
| I got 'em touchin for the good stuff | |
| White colored and blue | |
| I got yo drugs! | |
| Verse 5 *(yukmouth)* | |
| I got yo drugs | |
| Heron, infedamines an crack | |
| Fiends get jacked | |
| Fiends get slapped | |
| Fiends that rap | |
| They got me back an fourth | |
| I'm tryin to shake the state | |
| Bakin cakes | |
| Razor blades | |
| Kragen plates | |
| Busta niggas they can hate | |
| Slangin major weight | |
| Thousand grams is a key | |
| Outta town a pound of boogie brown cost a g | |
| So i send it down | |
| Couple a rounds, never lost to p | |
| Never lost a g | |
| Mutha fuckas never crossin me. | |
| *(chorus)* 2x | |
| (echos out) |
| yuk speakin | |
| Listen, i bring to you. | |
| chimes | |
| Here ye, here ye! | |
| Attention all dope fiends, haha! | |
| This is a smokealot presentation | |
| Check it! | |
| I bring to you.... the 5th ward mutha fuckin boyz! | |
| An smokealot himself! | |
| Chorus fa sho | |
| I am a dope fiend an | |
| the ice cream factory | |
| I need my drugs | |
| I bought ' em from the ice cream man | |
| in ' 98, posted up, posted up | |
| He' s my neighborhood thug | |
| I know i need to stop, but | |
| I say no | |
| slang crack | |
| Cuz i' m a dope fiend an.... i need my drugs! | |
| Verse 1 yukmouth | |
| Nigga. | |
| First you cut the stove up | |
| 450 degrees farienhiet | |
| Mix the bakin soda wit the china white | |
| Sugar delight, puruvian flake crack rock | |
| Playa fill the pot up wit water, put the pot on the stove to make it hot | |
| Then rock it up | |
| Place the caviar in a jar full of boilin water, then shake it up | |
| That' s how i rock it up | |
| Presice, before i chop it up | |
| I sell it | |
| My dope fiend test the product to see if i got the stuff | |
| Packin gats incase i gots to bust | |
| My cousin rode off in the wind wit two chickens, ever since then no | |
| Nigga i can trust | |
| Plus, family an business don' t click | |
| Cuz family members try to play you like a bitch | |
| I' m quick to pistol whip this shit outta niggas like this | |
| My niggas from the vill killin each other, go to jail an turn snitch | |
| Like a bitch | |
| Me, i slang double ups, half thangs an zips | |
| Blueprints on how to bubble up, have thangs an grip | |
| Digital triple beam at my lab | |
| Breakin down slabs an bump a zipper | |
| Nigga 28 grams wit the bag | |
| Fuck it | |
| Drop jag or a cutlass | |
| My ice cream truck be the toughest. | |
| Chorus fa sho | |
| I am a dope fiend an | |
| I need my drugs | |
| I bought ' em from the ice cream man | |
| Well, he' s my neighborhood thug | |
| I know i need to stop, but | |
| I say no | |
| Cuz i' m a dope fiend an.... i need my drugs! | |
| Verse 2 007of the 5th ward boyz | |
| I scream | |
| You scream | |
| We all scream for ice cream | |
| Trippin out these dope fiends | |
| Bringin back all kinda things | |
| T. v.' s, camcorders, vcr' s, stereos | |
| Beepers, cell phones, any thing they get they hands on | |
| Nigga i don' t want this shit | |
| Bring me back some cash | |
| Even dope fiend bitches try to get it for some ass | |
| Bitch i don' t want no pussy | |
| I don' t want no head | |
| I see they drapped the preist, creepin, violation the police. | |
| Verse 3 erock of the 5th ward boyz | |
| See we mobb figgas | |
| Coke dealas | |
| 747 straight to oaktown hit ' em up wit yuk now | |
| Yola snatchers | |
| Made money, gogetters | |
| Blood elapse ya | |
| Turn around an pimp slap ya | |
| I' ma make you love me bitch | |
| Wit the cock or the rocks | |
| Stockin up the million dolla spots | |
| Rollin in ah | |
| Candy coated ' 98 big body tahoe | |
| Plenty dope smokers. | |
| chorus | |
| Verse 4 lo life of the 5th ward boyz | |
| All i need is one bird | |
| An i wont turn back | |
| An i' m show you how to turn this tough, turftown white powder to crack | |
| An i keep my clip clacked, so | |
| Please don' t try an jack | |
| In the midst of the transact, i found where the dope fiends at | |
| I over react | |
| After midnite, while sellin my cream | |
| A dope fiends dream is to follow me, while, smokin out a screen | |
| I drive by in my ice cream truck | |
| Wit fiends run up | |
| I got ' em touchin for the good stuff | |
| White colored and blue | |
| I got yo drugs! | |
| Verse 5 yukmouth | |
| I got yo drugs | |
| Heron, infedamines an crack | |
| Fiends get jacked | |
| Fiends get slapped | |
| Fiends that rap | |
| They got me back an fourth | |
| I' m tryin to shake the state | |
| Bakin cakes | |
| Razor blades | |
| Kragen plates | |
| Busta niggas they can hate | |
| Slangin major weight | |
| Thousand grams is a key | |
| Outta town a pound of boogie brown cost a g | |
| So i send it down | |
| Couple a rounds, never lost to p | |
| Never lost a g | |
| Mutha fuckas never crossin me. | |
| chorus 2x | |
| echos out |
| yuk speakin | |
| Listen, i bring to you. | |
| chimes | |
| Here ye, here ye! | |
| Attention all dope fiends, haha! | |
| This is a smokealot presentation | |
| Check it! | |
| I bring to you.... the 5th ward mutha fuckin boyz! | |
| An smokealot himself! | |
| Chorus fa sho | |
| I am a dope fiend an | |
| the ice cream factory | |
| I need my drugs | |
| I bought ' em from the ice cream man | |
| in ' 98, posted up, posted up | |
| He' s my neighborhood thug | |
| I know i need to stop, but | |
| I say no | |
| slang crack | |
| Cuz i' m a dope fiend an.... i need my drugs! | |
| Verse 1 yukmouth | |
| Nigga. | |
| First you cut the stove up | |
| 450 degrees farienhiet | |
| Mix the bakin soda wit the china white | |
| Sugar delight, puruvian flake crack rock | |
| Playa fill the pot up wit water, put the pot on the stove to make it hot | |
| Then rock it up | |
| Place the caviar in a jar full of boilin water, then shake it up | |
| That' s how i rock it up | |
| Presice, before i chop it up | |
| I sell it | |
| My dope fiend test the product to see if i got the stuff | |
| Packin gats incase i gots to bust | |
| My cousin rode off in the wind wit two chickens, ever since then no | |
| Nigga i can trust | |
| Plus, family an business don' t click | |
| Cuz family members try to play you like a bitch | |
| I' m quick to pistol whip this shit outta niggas like this | |
| My niggas from the vill killin each other, go to jail an turn snitch | |
| Like a bitch | |
| Me, i slang double ups, half thangs an zips | |
| Blueprints on how to bubble up, have thangs an grip | |
| Digital triple beam at my lab | |
| Breakin down slabs an bump a zipper | |
| Nigga 28 grams wit the bag | |
| Fuck it | |
| Drop jag or a cutlass | |
| My ice cream truck be the toughest. | |
| Chorus fa sho | |
| I am a dope fiend an | |
| I need my drugs | |
| I bought ' em from the ice cream man | |
| Well, he' s my neighborhood thug | |
| I know i need to stop, but | |
| I say no | |
| Cuz i' m a dope fiend an.... i need my drugs! | |
| Verse 2 007of the 5th ward boyz | |
| I scream | |
| You scream | |
| We all scream for ice cream | |
| Trippin out these dope fiends | |
| Bringin back all kinda things | |
| T. v.' s, camcorders, vcr' s, stereos | |
| Beepers, cell phones, any thing they get they hands on | |
| Nigga i don' t want this shit | |
| Bring me back some cash | |
| Even dope fiend bitches try to get it for some ass | |
| Bitch i don' t want no pussy | |
| I don' t want no head | |
| I see they drapped the preist, creepin, violation the police. | |
| Verse 3 erock of the 5th ward boyz | |
| See we mobb figgas | |
| Coke dealas | |
| 747 straight to oaktown hit ' em up wit yuk now | |
| Yola snatchers | |
| Made money, gogetters | |
| Blood elapse ya | |
| Turn around an pimp slap ya | |
| I' ma make you love me bitch | |
| Wit the cock or the rocks | |
| Stockin up the million dolla spots | |
| Rollin in ah | |
| Candy coated ' 98 big body tahoe | |
| Plenty dope smokers. | |
| chorus | |
| Verse 4 lo life of the 5th ward boyz | |
| All i need is one bird | |
| An i wont turn back | |
| An i' m show you how to turn this tough, turftown white powder to crack | |
| An i keep my clip clacked, so | |
| Please don' t try an jack | |
| In the midst of the transact, i found where the dope fiends at | |
| I over react | |
| After midnite, while sellin my cream | |
| A dope fiends dream is to follow me, while, smokin out a screen | |
| I drive by in my ice cream truck | |
| Wit fiends run up | |
| I got ' em touchin for the good stuff | |
| White colored and blue | |
| I got yo drugs! | |
| Verse 5 yukmouth | |
| I got yo drugs | |
| Heron, infedamines an crack | |
| Fiends get jacked | |
| Fiends get slapped | |
| Fiends that rap | |
| They got me back an fourth | |
| I' m tryin to shake the state | |
| Bakin cakes | |
| Razor blades | |
| Kragen plates | |
| Busta niggas they can hate | |
| Slangin major weight | |
| Thousand grams is a key | |
| Outta town a pound of boogie brown cost a g | |
| So i send it down | |
| Couple a rounds, never lost to p | |
| Never lost a g | |
| Mutha fuckas never crossin me. | |
| chorus 2x | |
| echos out |
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